Sam and Freddie were bored in class. A class in which Carly wasn't in, meaning they had to talk to each other for company; to ease the boredom. Sam sat just behind Freddie, so they could pass notes easily.

Disrespect me one more time and I'll tell everyone we kissed. –Freddie.

You better not Freddork or I'll kill you in your sleep. – Sam.

Same to you Puckett, tell anyone and die. – Freddie.

As if you could kill me! And YOU were the one threatening to tell, not me! - Sam.

Touché Puckett, touché. – Freddie.

"Samantha Puckett and Fredward Benson! What are you doing?" The teacher asked, her hands placed on her bony hips, a scowl on her face.

"Uh, nothing!" Freddie choked out, red-faced.

"Give me the note you were passing!" She demanded.

"NO!" The shouted in unison, both shaking their heads frantically. She took no notice of their reluctance to give her the note and marched up to them and angrily snapped it out of Sam's hands. "Oh," She smiled. "I believe there is a little sharing in order!"

She read the note aloud while Sam and Freddie stared at one another, silently cursing themselves for being so stupid as to pass notes in a class with such an unfair teacher. Why were they passing notes? They were so stupid! Everyone was going to know they kissed! "Disrespect me one more time and I'll tell everyone we kissed, from Freddie!" The teacher read, and everyone stared at them, giggling and whispering, causing both Sam and Freddie to sink lower in to their chairs, both covering their blushing faces with their hands.

"Okay, Sam, Freddie, you will be serving detention today, I will be calling your parents," their teacher said, her voice close to monotone. Sam and Freddie groaned, rolling their eyes but where unable to argue as the bell rung and neither had any intentions of staying in the room with that dreadful woman of a teacher a minute longer.